Joy came
And said
Worry not
Our days
Would come.
And I listen to
All words
With full attention.
I heard the sound,
The sound of air.
And in it
I discovered
The breeze.
Western wave
Joy told
And I drank all.
Exit point
Joy searched out.
And my breath drew in
With upright mode.
The sun came straight
With all messengers.
I looked up and down
Joy was in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" The sun came straight with all messengers" Nice conceptualization. Thanks for sharing.